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Homo Ludens
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Canada
Age: 34
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Originally Posted by luap1138
Edit: Just out of curiosity (and don't answer if you don't want to), but will there be equivalent Morning, Noon, etc. scenes for True and Hijack Day 6? I would presume this to be the case for True Day 6, though Hijack...  |
True, yes, as for Hijack, that's still in the planning phases so I have no idea.
Also I'M A DUMBASS I FORGOT THAT IT WAS RAINING.
Spoiler for September the Seventh, Day 6: Morning- IT'S RAINING DON'T FORGET:
This Really Isn't a Date!
My alarm is going off.
Kyon: Nnnngh.
It's five-thirty, and so is far, far earlier than I usually wake up on weekends. Curse my normal sleep schedule.
Ugggghh... I didn't get to sleep last night until much later than I intended, so I feel like total crap... But this will all be worth it to get one over Haruhi.
Whenever I try to show her up, something always goes wrong, but today, I'm going to succeed. Not even Haruhi would arrive at the meeting place over three hours early. She loves her sleep too much.
But... when I look outside, I see that it's raining. Strange for this time of year. ...Would Haruhi still go out to search for mysterious events in this weather? Never mind, of course she would.
Sneaking downstairs after throwing together a semblance of an outfit and grabbing my umbrella, I prepare a quick breakfast of unbuttered toast while writing a note for my mother and sister.
Definitely no way Haruhi got there before me.
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[Scene: Kitaguchi Station]
Even at six AM, this place is bustling... such is living in a city like this, I suppose.
It seems as though I'm the first one to arrive, too. My calculations were correct. Now I'll see if Haruhi actually is the first one to arrive when we do these things, or whether she's just managed to figure out when I usually show up and arrive only a few minutes beforehand.
Today, I'm going to make you pay for my lunch, Haruhi!
However, since I apparently cannot have nice things, I backed into someone while I was looking around, distracted.
Haruhi: Hey, watch it!
Kyon: Oh, don't tell me...
It's Haruhi, both looking quite literally like something the cat dragged in and carrying a hideous pink and yellow umbrella that was probably an unwanted present from some ignorant relative
Haruhi: ...
Kyon: ...So you got up this early too, huh?
Haruhi: What are you doing here!?
Kyon: You're the one who told me to come here! And before you ask, I only came this early because you're never here three hours beforehand!
Haruhi: What time did you get here?
Kyon: About five minutes ago.
Haruhi: Tch.
Haruhi looks more tired than I feel... she's dressed up a bit more than necessary, and she'd obviously spent quite a long time making herself look nice... I wonder what time she got up?
Haruhi: Whatever, I guess you don't get the triple penalty, since you were here before me. Anyway, more importantly, since we're both here, we can get a head start. Let's go!
Closing that ugly umbrella, she grabs my wrist and pulls.
Kyon: Hey, hold on, aren't we gonna wait for the others?
Haruhi: Others...? It's just us two today. What, Kyon, did you forget? They had plans this weekend, or something like that.
Kyon: ...
So, it's just like last spring, eh? You know, Haruhi, you did cleverly suggest on the phone last night that the others would be here, perhaps thinking that I might refuse to come if they weren't... in other words, this sounds suspiciously like you organized this just to get us to--
Haruhi: Kyon. I can tell by the look on your face that you're not taking this seriously at all. This is a search for mysterious events! You're not on a date here! HMPH HMPH HMPH You've gotta keep your eyes open and your head out of the clouds! It's because of your attitude that nothing cool ever shows up. Now come on! We're going to look around town until the stores open.
...Until stores open up? Exactly what are we going to be doing today? And under a single umbrella? This really does sound like a d-- waaaagh!
She yanks at my arm with the strength of ten horses, and I stumble after her into the thickening rain.
Radiant Smile
My alarm is ringing in my ears, as is the pitter-patter of rain.
...Uggh, why did I set it this early again? I hit it a few times to shut it off
Later, after what seems like ages, I hear the doorbell ring.
...
...
...Asahina-san! I forgot!
Five minutes later, after throwing on a semblance of an outfit, I found Asahina-san downstairs, chatting happily with my family. Well, with my sister, at least; my mother is observing her with extreme suspicion for some reason.
Kyon: I'm sorry, Asahina-san, I must have slept through my alarm...
Mikuru: It's fine, I don't mind waiting.
Sister: That's not true, Mikuru-chan! Kyon-kun turned the alarm off himself. I heard him do it.
Stop trying to sabotage me, you delightful little--
Kyon: W-well, we had better get going... Time flies, you know, hahaha...
Asahina-san bows to my mother.
Mikuru: It was nice talking to you.
My mother bows curtly in return and then pulls me aside. ...I was only able to leave after I had convinced her that no, Asahina-san was not an escort of any kind and yes, she was a school friend, yes you've met her before, don't you remember, why are you so surprised that I'm spending my Sunday with a girl like this, what do you mean she's far too good for me?
Kyon: Pant, pant...
Mikuru: I think your mother's a really nice person, Kyon-kun.
Kyon: What did you say to her...?
Mikuru: Eh? Nothing special...
Ah, never mind. If anyone were to hear Asahina-san speak, they'd know instantly she's a flawless and pure individual. No wonder my mother reacted like that... but does she have to have such a low opinion of me?
By the way, Asahina-san is wearing a very fetching orange and yellow one-piece. Although it's similar to things I've seen her wear before, this is the first time I've laid eyes on this particular dress. ...Did she buy this specifically for today?
Furthermore, since I intentionally couldn't find an umbrella, she offered to let me share hers... I don't deserve to be this lucky.
Kyon: So, uh, where will we be going today? Did you have anywhere special in mind, or...?
Mikuru: No, um... it would be nice if we could avoid the riverbank, though. It's not really that kind of weather today anyway...
Since that area seems to be Haruhi's stomping grounds, right... We don't want to have to deal with that again.
We should probably hang around the center of town, where there's lots of people, and since it's raining, we might as well go to the mall again. She probably won't be able to track us through a crowd. Probably.
Mikuru: Even still, I hope Suzumiya-san won't find out we've been on a date-- ah! Um... I didn't mean... that...
Did... she just say that? She said the word, didn't she? You heard her, right? She said “date”... She said it... I'm... so happy...
Mikuru: Ah! Kyon-kun, are you all right? Should I call the ambulance again? Kyon-kun!
I'm... flying...
She's All Right
That girl's allllllll riiiiiiiight... with me...
My alarm is going off.
Kyon: Nnnngh.
It's morning, it seems... I suppose I should head to over to Nagato's. ...Since I'm not touching those damned headphones with my bare hands, I suppose I'll have to lug my box all the way over to her apartment.
But... when I look outside, I see that it's raining. Strange for this time of year. ...How am I going to carry a box, bicycle, and hold an umbrella all at the same time...?
I'll have to manage somehow.
Sneaking downstairs after throwing together a semblance of an outfit, I prepare a quick breakfast of unbuttered toast while writing a note for my mother and sister.
It's time to get rid of this curse.
[Scene: Outside Yuki's Apartment Complex]
I buzz Nagato's apartment. Someone picks up without saying a word.
Kyon: Nagato? It's me. Can you let me in?
Yuki: ...
The doors unlock.
Kyon: Thanks.
When I enter the room,
Kyon: Sorry for intruding...
I'm struck by the appearance of the person inside it.
Unlike yesterday, she's sitting calmly at her table, reading what is probably one of the books I helped her bring home, as though nothing happened last month at all, as though she was perfectly all right again.
That's good, then.
Kyon: Yo.
She looks up, gives an imperceptible nod, then goes back to her book.
Kyon: So, uh...
I hold up the steel box containing my past.
Kyon: They're in here. Where should I...?
Yuki: Table.
Kyon: Right.
Placing the box in the very centre of the table, I sit across from Nagato and wait for her to finish.
Kyon: Sorry about calling you up like that last night... I really appreciate this.
I don't know what she's really going to do, but... she isn't really going to perform an exorcism, right? I was mostly joking. Sort of.
Yuki: I have said before.
She looks up.
Yuki: Do not thank me.
“You may live to regret it.”
She closes the book, and I can finally see the title of what she'd been reading... It's a foreign book, and it appears to be in a language other than English. Latin, maybe?
...Rituale Romanum?
...
Well, at least she's done her research.
Professor Itsuko's Love-Love Attack
Tonk.
Kyon: Nnnngh.
Tonk.
My head... really hurts.
Tonk.
My back hurts a hell of a lot more, since I seem to have passed out on the floor again... was it the headphones again?
Tonk.
No, it couldn't be, I locked them in a box. No, wait, I was going to lock them in a box. They're still on my bed. But that isn't why I fainted.
Tonk.
My face... hurts most of all. Upon touching it, I remember why.
BANG.
I also remember why I passed out. I remember it all.
Tonk.
What is that noise...?
Tonk.
I open my eyes.
Tonk.
I see... someone is throwing rocks at my window. Also, it appears to be raining.
...Why does that seem familiar?
Tonk.
Fine, fine. I'll open it up.
...It's nearly noon according to my clock, so perhaps my mother and sister went out again... which might mean that it's Haruhi trying to get inside.
Maybe opening the window wouldn't be the best idea after all...
Tonk.
Sigh... right. I push myself to my feet, wincing from the pain every-which-where.
Opening the sliding window, I step out onto the balcony, and am immediately engulfed by a light rain.
Smack.
Another rock, a rather decent-sized one this time, hit me in the cheek. Right in the scar.
Kyon: Ow! God, ow!
Itsuko: Ah, you're finally awake. I'm sorry, I would have used larger rocks, but I didn't want to attract too much attention.
It's her.
She's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but with theaddition of a rose madder hoodie and a frilly pink umbrella that can't be very good at keeping the rain off of her. In fact, she is indeed rather wet, so much that I can see through her thin blouse... what she's wearing underneath appears to be magenta.
Does this girl like pink, or what?
[Note: I have always wanted to use the words “rose madder” in a sentence. God I love Itsuko.]
No, wait, that's not what's important at all. Not at all.
Kyon: What the hell are you doing here?
Itsuko: Ah, well, to be honest, I didn't intend to contact you again until Monday, but since the circumstances have changed, I thought--
Kyon: That's not what I meant! Why are you at my house? Haven't you done enough damage already?
I gesture wildly at my face, and she seems to notice it for the first time.
Itsuko: .........Didn't I warn you to not take the bandage off...? We might not be able to fix that, you know.
Kyon: That's not the point!
I'm irrationally angry. I need to calm down and think.
Kyon: This is a gunshot wound. Nothing else I can think of would do this. You shot me in the face!
Itsuko: ...That may be true, and if it is I apologize. Now, if you would please let me inside your house so we can--
Kyon: Why don't you let yourself in? You got in just fine yesterday to leave me your friend's headphones.
Itsuko: ...What?
Kyon: The headphones. The ones you confiscated? They wound up on my pillow last night with a note from you.
Itsuko: That's impossible. They were right where I left them this morning. ...Are you sure the bullet didn't to into your head?
Ignoring all safety procedures I'd set up for myself, I step back inside, pick up the headphones and the fox woman's note, and throw them off the balcony.
Koizumi-san spends a few minutes reading that eerie letter and examining the yellow devil's instrument before responding.
Itsuko: This is extraordinary. Regardless, I can assure you I didn't write this. It isn't my handwriting.
Kyon: Why should I believe you?
Itsuko: That's an excellent question. You can't. Perhaps if you let me inside, I could attempt to offer proof...?
Kyon: Well, I'm sorry, Koizumi-san,
She flinches noticeably.
Kyon: But I can't even consider that possibility. After all, how do I know you won't shoot me again? ...Please, just get out of my yard.
And with that, I turn on my heel, close the the window, turn off the lights, and flop into bed.
Tonk.
Existentialism- Only One World
I wake up to someone poking me in the side.
Kyon: Ngh it's too early go away.
I didn't manage to get much sleep last night to due to the unfortunate (from my perspective) condition of having a girl about my age in the same room.
Nayuki: Hey, wake up.
Kyon: ...Nnn.
When I open my eyes, I see Nayuki standing over me, still in my oversized pyjamas. She looks worried about something.
Kyon: ...Did anyone ever tell you wearing clothes that are too big for you makes you look really cute...?
When I start talking like this, it's a sign that I need to go back to sleep. So I do.
Nayuki: H-hey! You can't say something that embarassing and then just roll over! Get up and talk to me!
She kicks me in the back.
Kyon: Ow-- fine, sure, whatever.
Yawning, I hoist myself to my feet. Sleeping on the floor is very uncomfortable and horrible for my poor back.
Well, now that the bed is unoccupied...
Nayuki yells at me when I try to fall onto it, however, so I'm forced to sit beside her on the edge of the bed and listen to whatever she has to say. ...This really is just like being around Haruhi, except a Haruhi who is more violent and possibly somewhat cute. I don't know, it must be the fatigue getting to me or something.
It's also about this time that I notice the rain. ...Strange, I don't remember anything like that in the forecast.
Nayuki: I've never liked the rain.
She shivers.
Nayuki: For some reason, it makes me feel... ill...
Kyon: So what did you want to talk about?
If you don't hurry up, I might just fall over onto my wonderfully comfortable bed and be lost in the land of slumber until such a time when my body feels ready to experience the day.
Nayuki: ...Have you ever thought that maybe you might not really exist?
...
...This is heavy stuff for this early in the morning.
Kyon: Well, no... I guess not... I don't think it's really possible to question one's existence. I mean, there was a philosopher who said once that we exist because we're capable of thinking about existence, or something like that.
Descartes, was it...? I wouldn't worry about it, anyway. There are more important things in life, like getting a good night's rest...
Nayuki breathes as sigh of what seems to be relief. Was it really that comforting?
Nayuki: Then... Hey, I don't really know how I should put this, but, have you ever thought about what it would be like to meet someone from another dimension?
This is a very random set of questions we have today. Why do I have have to listen to these again? Please, couldn't we just talk about this later? After I get more rest? It's only seven-thirty, this isn't a school day, leave me alone...
She's looking at me expectantly. ...Since when did I become her debate partner?
Sigh. She's far better at being cute when she's not intending to be. I think a lot of guys would do absolutely anything for her if she always made faces like this.
Kyon: To tell you the truth, I have, actually.
It was about a week ago that I was thinking about stuff like this. ...The idea might have come up in my stream of consciousness.
Kyon: In fact, I seem to remember thinking about what it would be like to meet another 'me' from another universe... I don't usually entertain fantasies like that anymore, but it was a compelling one.
Nayuki: .......Well, that makes it easy, then. I need to--
Sister: Kyon-kun~, who are you talking to in there? I know I heard a girl's voice this time.
Kyon: Crap!
The doorknob starts rattling, but she can't get past the blockade that consists of my single chair. So far, everything is going well. Maybe she'll just lose interest or assume I'm watching television.
Sister: Mom! Kyon-kun blocked his door again~!
Kyon: Crap!
I turn to Nayuki, who I've just realized must be a lot more tired than I had previously thought... but there isn't time for that now.
Kyon: We have to get you out of here quickly, and not through that door. I won't be able to hold them off for long.
We're talking in hushed voices, I believe I should mention.
Nayuki: ...What's the point? Wouldn't it be easier if they just found out about me? I'd at least get the room to myself.
Kyon: What do you mean, get the room to yourself?
Nayuki: Well, you'd be sleeping on the couch, right?
I want to come up with a witty retort, but we really don't have the time.
If my mother finds out that I've snuck a homeless girl into the house, not only will she disapprove, she'll also tell the neighbours about it. This information will then wind its way, slowly and surely, to the ever-listening ears of Haruhi Suzumiya. And if that happens, I'm dead. We're all dead.
Kyon: So, you're going to take these clothes I just grabbed for you, go out onto the balcony, and climb down the trellis.
She glares at me.
Nayuki: That'll never hold a person's weight.
Kyon: Not a normal person, but you look light enough.
Nayuki: What is that supposed to--
My mother is at the door.
Nayuki: Just hurry up, please.
She dashes out my window without another word, as I release my blockade and begin the process of pacifying a curious family.
Morning
I woke up.
It was nearly noon.
I ate breakfast.
Morning ended.
Only twelve hours remained.
Finally done goddamn.
Well, that's like a third of they day complete. Progress is going well.
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